Approximately five hundred years ago, I was born in the city of Vesper, the son of a young tailor and the Captain of a well-known and feared mercenary company known as The Black Rose Society. I spent the first twenty years of my life on the march with the company through some of its more perilous times: the slaughter at Yew, the Vesper Uprisings, and finally, the invasion of Cove where the Society as the world knew it came to an abrupt end by a vile betrayal by Lord Daithomir, the Societyâ€™s employer. As his dying wish, this Captain flung me hundreds of years forward in time, tasked with the duty of discovering the hidden secrets of the Societyâ€™s past and rebuilding the company to its former glory. For the last twenty-five years I have led the Society with...